Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.